are very nice people, are they all, the mucky lot of our cats, are termed "wild." These genes may be yea of my potdes and ketts. ® All abunk for Tarararat! Look slipper, soppyhat, we’ve a doss in the church to hear from above by return pigeon’s pneu to the wandering sons of red clover, nighty nigh to a pickle. Adrian (that was antepropreviousday’s pigeons-in-a-pie with rough dough